It would be true to say the tail end of pregnancy really bites. So I shall - these remaining days are not golden in the slightest. I've run out of things to do. Time for a new baby now!
The bump is so huge, it is independent of my old body. I kind of look like a siamese twin. Is that in bad taste? I don't even care anymore.
Nights in the bed require a hoist to get from left to right.
Adult love requires drawings, plans and compasses to figure it all out, and as such is best abandoned.
Who are we kidding?
I suppose I should be relieved that I got what I hoped for - no early bird arrivals. Very happy for this to be the case for the 12 or so hours I ended up being alone, but with all bases well and truly covered for imminent childbirth ever since, pass me the stirrups! You know?
